Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

Maura's POV:

I was dragged back to home after dad left me all injured. He didn't even let me take a breather and asked me to follow him home. The blood had dried up on my body, and my wounds were aching.

I basically crawled behind him. And since it was too dark, Dad got the benefit, and nobody spotted me in that state. Even if they had, they wouldn't say a word. Nobody wanted to mess with my father, as he would make their lives hell.

"Go change and cook for me," dad said as soon as we entered the house.

I mustered all the strength I could to rush upstairs and shut my bedroom door.

"Ah!" I winced in pain when taking off my clothes and walking under the shower.

I knew only a shower could help calm my bruised body.

"I am sorry, Zane. But we cannot be together," I whispered under the shower, preparing myself to reject Zane's offer. I wasn't even allowed to be seen with him.

It wasn't that I hadn't thought of running away from my house. I just didn't know if I could trust Zane. If a father could treat his daughter like that, anybody could. How can I trust Zane when I can' t even trust my own father?

feel like I was being watched. It shouldn't have been so unsafe

to my

and watching me with a nasty grin

are you doing here?" I yelled,

and admiring how beautiful she is now that she has grown up." He whispered,

hungry eyes. But that's what confused him, and I was able to kick him out of my bathroom. I locked the

simplest desires?" He yelled from

up on staying with him. I cannot live like this. He made a duplicate key to my room so he could come and go whenever he

a father would never look at his daughter like that." I was screaming and crying when I heard the door being slammed shut.

walked out of the bathroom in

I will see how he survives without me," I was muttering and packing my clothes. I knew for a fact he

he wasn't home. Once I was halfway downstairs, I heard some noises coming from the basement. A frown covered my forehead because I didn't recall ever

here and act like they own the place," he was talking to himself. I could tell he was pretty drunk, but that didn't matter to me. My entire attention was on the basement and what he was doing there, and what

tripped and fell, making his way to the exit and

few minutes before I dropped my

I asked myself, steadily walking over to the storage room and grabbing an